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Chataya
commiserated
with
him
a
moment
,
then
excused
herself
and
glided
off
.
A
handsome
woman
,
Tyrion
reflected
as
he
watched
her
go
.
He
had
seldom
seen
such
elegance
and
dignity
in
a
whore
.
Though
to
be
sure
,
she
saw
herself
more
as
a
kind
of
priestess
.
Perhaps
that
is
the
secret
.
It
is
not
what
we
do
,
so
much
as
why
we
do
it
.
Somehow
that
thought
comforted
him
.
A
few
of
the
other
patrons
were
giving
him
sideways
looks
.
The
last
time
he
ventured
out
,
a
man
had
spit
on
him
.
.
.
well
,
had
tried
to
.
Instead
he
’
d
spit
on
Bronn
,
and
in
future
would
do
his
spitting
without
teeth
.
"
Is
milord
feeling
unloved
?
"
Dancy
slid
into
his
lap
and
nibbled
at
his
ear
.
"
I
have
a
cure
for
that
.
"
Smiling
,
Tyrion
shook
his
head
.
"
You
are
too
beautiful
for
words
,
sweetling
,
but
I
’
ve
grown
fond
of
Alayaya
’
s
remedy
.
"
"
You
’
ve
never
tried
mine
.
Milord
never
chooses
anyone
but
‘
Yaya
.
She
’
s
good
but
I
’
m
better
,
don
’
t
you
want
to
see
?
"
"
Next
time
,
perhaps
.
"
Tyrion
had
no
doubt
that
Dancy
would
be
a
lively
handful
.
She
was
pug
-
nosed
and
bouncy
,
with
freckles
and
a
mane
of
thick
red
hair
that
tumbled
down
past
her
waist
.
But
he
had
Shae
waiting
for
him
at
the
manse
.
Giggling
,
she
put
her
hand
between
his
thighs
and
squeezed
him
through
his
breeches
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
he
wants
to
wait
till
next
time
,
"
she
announced
.
"
He
wants
to
come
out
and
count
all
my
freckles
,
I
think
.
"
"
Dancy
.
"
Alayaya
stood
in
the
doorway
,
dark
and
cool
in
gauzy
green
silk
.
"
His
lordship
is
come
to
visit
me
.
"
Tyrion
gently
disentangled
himself
from
the
other
girl
and
stood
.
Dancy
did
not
seem
to
mind
.
"
Next
time
,
"
she
reminded
him
.
She
put
a
finger
in
her
mouth
and
sucked
it
.
